Although adopting an ally’s strategy for the battlefield was a good thing, stealing the results of that strategy was a serious problem.

“Still, aren’t you also a member of the staff like us? But you don’t have anything to say?”

Faced with the other’s censure and reproach, David responded timidly.

“I’m sorry. I’m not very good…”

“Why the hell are you even here?”

“That’s um…His Excellency the Fuhrer appointed me as your contact… I’m sorry.”

Unable to even make eye contact as he babbled nonsense, David was the epitome of incompetence and servility. 

“Tsk, if you’re going to be like this, don’t participate in this war as an officer; go hold a spear and serve as a soldier. That’d be more helpful.”

“I’m sorry. Please, not that…”

“Huh…”

 Another officer spoke up as the first continued to look at David with displeasure.

“Don’t bother with him too much. It's not like he’s being bothersome, is he?”

“Hmph. He’s no different from a wallflower.”

With that said, the first officer no longer cared about David. No, to be more precise, he didn’t want to be associated with an incompetent and inferior man like David any longer. 

Instead, he directed his attention to the rest of the gathered officers.

“Perhaps, the enemy is waiting for us to attack first.”

“Waiting for an attack?”

“That’s right. Although...